Chapter 79 "The test question that Daoyou drew is..."

After folding the clothes neatly and placing them beside the couch, Fu Tingyun set up a barrier around the cabin to prevent anyone from disturbing him.

Everything was ready, but he sat by the bed for a long time, just tracing the thin pink mole on her heart with his fingertips.

It's like a greedy child who suddenly gets a whole candy store. He can't help but be overjoyed, his head is swelling, his whole body is trembling, and he is reluctant to peel off the first piece of candy wrapper, wanting to delay that great happiness forever.

But the yang heat was raging in her abdomen. If it was not relieved in time, she would feel pain even in her dreams.

Just as she was thinking about it, the sleeping girl frowned.

He rinsed his hands several times, rolled up his sleeves, and reached down. He always felt a bit dazed and sluggish in his sleep, and as expected, he swallowed the saliva that kept overflowing, unable to resist lowering his head to bury himself in it. But just as he was about to touch it, he gave up the idea. This puppet body had already tasted enough sweetness. If it took any more of what was meant for him, it would not be tolerated when it returned to its original form.

He stood up and inserted his index finger into the girl's slightly parted lips. Not meeting any resistance, he continued to go deeper, gently touching the surface of her tongue, circling it a few times. Feeling saliva flowing out, he inserted his middle finger and wrapped it around it. When it was covered with saliva, he pulled out his wet finger and licked the corner of her mouth.

After last night's exploration, he already knew her like the back of his hand. Now, like a skilled musician, he gently stroked, hooked, and plucked the strings, making them vibrate according to his will, producing music that was sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes lingering, sometimes high-pitched.

The girl in her sleep had shed her sense of shame, and her reaction was more honest and straightforward than when she was awake. Her frankness was so adorable that Fu Tingyun was glad that he had set up the barrier in advance.

When the song ended, he savored the blessing she had bestowed on him in the afterglow, caressing her with his eyes, inch by inch from head to toe.

He wiped the sweat from her forehead and neck, took a mouthful of warm milk and fed her. She needed to replenish her milk after losing so much, and her throat must have been tired. (Just feeding her milk)

If you feed too quickly, some food will overflow, so you use the tip of your tongue to roll it up and send it back. Xiao Yuan is frugal by nature and cannot afford to waste food.

When it was all over, he cut his palm and smeared the blood, then carried her into the tub beside the bed and held her in his arms to wash. It was really just a wash, but the person in his arms was restless, raising her hands to hold his face, her little mouth constantly murmuring his name.

Fu Tingyun bit her earlobe and asked, "Still want it?"

He was answered with a nasal hum.

The sound of water gradually accelerated, then stopped abruptly. The girl frowned, her lips slightly parted, and a dissatisfied whimper came from her throat. Fu Tingyun just sucked away the tears from her eyelashes and the corners of her eyes, and whispered gently and cruelly in her ear: "The water is cold. Let's continue tomorrow night."

After putting her in her original clothes, putting her back on the clean mattress, and covering her with a blanket, Fu Tingyun felt a surge of pain in his heart that threatened to burst, and he had to step out of the cabin to relax. (It was the surge of pain in his heart, not anywhere else.)

The night is getting late.

…

When Su Xiaoyuan woke up, Yizhou had already returned to the sect.

When she opened her eyes, she found it was bright outside. She was so scared that she sat up, then she remembered that today was a day off for the sect and there were no classes.

She lay back down and touched her stomach, which was as flat as before.

Then she remembered the chaotic dreams she had last night, and her cheeks quickly became hot.

She didn't remember any specific dreams, just some scattered fragments and vague feelings, but the face swaying in front of her eyes was, without exception, her puppet.

She lifted the quilt, quietly pulled open her clothes and took a look. The pink mole was still there. She didn't know if it had become darker, but it was definitely not lighter than yesterday.

At this moment, the hatch opened from the outside, and the puppet's cold voice rang in my ears: "Awake?"

Su Xiaoyuan's heart skipped a beat and then began beating violently.

She turned over and faced inwards, curled up her legs and huddled under the quilt: "It's a rare day off, I still want to sleep."

"How long have you slept? Do I need to wake you up?"

"Sleep for another half hour."

"good."

The deliberately quiet footsteps still lingered in the room.

For some reason, as soon as he came in, the air in the room seemed to become hotter. Su Xiaoyuan felt a little suffocated. An invisible string in her body was stretched tight, and both her heart and hers were beating rapidly.

"Fu Tingyun, you go out first." She couldn't help but say.

"Wait a moment," the puppet said in a businesslike tone, "I just want to light some calming incense for you."

Su Xiaoyuan felt ashamed of her own self-conceit: "Oh, thank you."

"Serving the master is what a puppet should do."

After saying that, he lit the incense quickly, turned around and walked out, and considerately closed the door for her.

Su Xiaoyuan was a little annoyed and said, "Remember to knock on the door next time you enter the house, Fu Tingyun. You must develop good habits."

"Yes, sir." The puppet answered through the door, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

Su Xiaoyuan finally relaxed, stretched out her limbs weakly, and lay on the bed.

Fortunately, the calming incense was very effective. She didn't hear the puppet knocking on the door half an hour later, and she slept for a full hour and a half before waking up.

From that day on, the puppet obeyed her orders like a competent British butler, proper, responsible and invisible.

Apart from having to inject yang into her belly with his palm once every night, he kept a safe distance from her. Not to mention those exercises, he even avoided normal physical contact as much as possible.

Su Xiaoyuan thought that if she persisted for a while, her inexplicable feelings for the puppet would slowly disappear. However, the more she suppressed them, the more perverted they became. She began to have erotic dreams every night, and the objects were of course the puppets.

The more distant you are during the day, the crazier you are in your dreams.

Su Xiaoyuan felt like she had become a rubber band, being pulled back and forth day and night, and was about to break.

Later on, whenever the puppet approached her, she would unconsciously tense her back and have difficulty breathing. Sometimes she would unconsciously start to feel dazed, and when she came to her senses she would find herself staring at his long legs, strong waist or perky buttocks in a daze. It was terrifying!

Su Xiaoyuan comforted herself that this was a side effect of Yang energy. She had finally made it to forty-nine days and no longer needed to inject Yang energy. However, her symptoms not only did not improve, but became more and more severe.

What’s even more frightening is that after almost two months of withdrawal, the mole on her chest not only didn’t get lighter, it got darker!

Su Xiaoyuan decided to focus on her studies, making the final sprint for the upcoming entrance exam and diverting her attention at the same time.

She would go and get her best friends to review lessons together every day, which made Ruan Mianmian almost stressed out. She wanted to hide whenever she saw her.

However, those lessons not only failed to divert her attention, but also provided her with richer material for her dreams.

As for practical exercises, the puppet never mentioned it again, so Su Xiaoyuan could only treat it as theory and memorize the steps by rote.

One day, the puppet man found her reciting from her notes and volunteered to help her recite the theoretical knowledge. Su Xiaoyuan faced that face and as she recited, images began to play automatically in her mind.

"Xiao Yuan is distracted again," the puppet always shook his head helplessly, "Try again."

After more than ten days of this difficult time, the entrance exam finally began.

The exam lasts for three days in total. The first two and a half days are theoretical classes, and the last afternoon is a practical class.

Su Xiaoyuan was so exhausted from the exams that she felt dizzy and exhausted, and she would fall asleep as soon as she returned to the dormitory every day.

Maybe it was because of the excessive pressure from the exams that I had less dreams like that. I only had those dreams briefly when I just fell asleep, which made me relax and have a good night's sleep.

Finally, on the last day, after taking the theoretical exam with Elder Qin, the puppet came with a lunch box to bring her lunch.

Su Xiaoyuan shared the rice balls and nutritious soup he made with her best friend, and then took the wing boat specially used for exams to rush to the examination room for the practical class.

The examination venue was set up on the clan leader's flying island because the examination formation was developed by her.

Although Su Xiaoyuan and Ruan Mianmian had tried the puppet version in advance, it was not quite the same as the official version, and they were very nervous.

The winged boat landed on the flying island, and more than one hundred outer disciples who were taking the exam this year got off the winged boat one after another and lined up to walk towards the examination room.

The sect leader personally came to greet us outside the examination hall, beaming with joy: "Don't be nervous, everyone. I've recently improved this formation. As long as you study hard, you'll definitely pass."

The formation was located in the center of the island. Looking down from the air, it resembled a Bagua shape, with a door on each side. Eight candidates could take the exam simultaneously. This year, there were a total of 104 candidates, divided into thirteen batches.

When they arrived in front of the formation, the disciples lined up to draw their exam number plates. Su Xiaoyuan reached into the box and prayed silently that she would not be drawn in the first batch, so that she could ask those who had finished the exam first about what was in the formation.

However, she couldn't escape the fate of being a poor kid. She drew an eight, which happened to be the last one in the first batch.

The clan leader clapped his hands like a kindergarten teacher and said, "Children who drew numbers one through eight, please come here!"

Su Xiaoyuan's stomach felt like there was a piece of ice stuck in it, and it began to twitch.

"Go, Xiaoyuanzi, I'll wait for your good news!" Her best friend patted her on the back lightly, almost spilling the lunch she had just eaten.

Su Xiaoyuan's legs were trembling and cold sweat was pouring out as she followed the other seven people towards the sect leader.

The clan leader smiled and patted her head: "Why are you so pale, little friend Su? This is an examination hall, not a place of execution. Relax and you will succeed!"

Su Xiaoyuan forced a smile: "Thank you, Sect Master..."

"Everyone is here. Let me announce the rules of the exam," the sect leader rubbed his hands excitedly, unable to hide the pride of a tech geek. "Later, you will enter through your respective formation gates and enter the secret realm of the exam. Once you enter, you will naturally know what to do.

"Don't worry, each secret realm is independent. Outsiders cannot see it, and no records will be taken. The level is determined entirely by the formation. You can play freely without any worries.

"The exam lasts a quarter of an hour, and you have to complete three tasks, with two attempts at each. These tasks are randomly selected by the formation, and the overall difficulty is similar. After completing all three exercises, the formation will give you the final grade, and you can then leave through the formation gate. Isn't it simple? Do you understand?"

The disciples answered in unison, "I understand," and then entered their respective formation gates.

Su Xiaoyuan looked up at the word "Li" on the door, took a deep breath, and stepped in.

Unexpectedly, there was a room with burning red candles and fragrant mist.

Behind the heavy curtains is a large bed, and a figure can be vaguely seen deep inside the curtains.

When Su Xiaoyuan saw the outline of the figure, her heart suddenly beat violently, her legs became weak, and she could hardly walk.

The figure in the tent moved, and a mechanical yet familiar voice uttered, "The exam is about to begin. Please take your seats as soon as possible."

Su Xiaoyuan gasped, walked over quickly, lifted the curtain and saw that it was indeed her puppet.

"Why are you here, Fu Tingyun?" she asked in surprise.

The puppet seemed not to recognize her, staring straight ahead with lifeless eyes. "I am taking the test formation. Please do not ask questions unrelated to the test. May I begin the test?"

Su Xiaoyuan guessed that it was some kind of formation mechanism that made the test subject take on the appearance of a favorite person or object, thus enhancing the sense of immersion in the strategy.

Quite humane.

She nodded: "Let's get started."

The puppet said, "The test questions you drew are: 1. Undressing; 2. Defensive speaking; 3. Provocative flirting."